A Phoenix Lying:

A phoenix lying
It's embers dying
Fearing it shall not flame

A blond dove
The bird of love
Lands and shakes it's mane

It stirs the coals
And ends the cold
And starts the flame again

The dove departs
A breaking of hearts
And flies of once again

But the phoenix does rise
And into the night it flies
Alone

And the man on the tricycle
Goes round again